Let’s just get this out there – I don’t work. At a job. That keeps me away from home. That’s not to say I don’t keep busy. But being home and having the attention span of a gnat’s ass, I don’t always hear the constant drone of the television. Today I did.

I heard an interview with a guest who was on a show (which shall remain nameless) who was out there, pushing for more stringent laws on gun control. This is not the issue, as I am about as political as a slug. What got me was the comment “As moms, we feel MORE than most that things have gotten out of control”. That got me to thinking.

I’m not a mom. Not in any sense of the word. Unless you count Dora…. But since when did having feelings/thoughts/ideas become the eminent domain of those who give birth? Really? MORE? She actually had the audacity to say “I never realized how strongly I felt until I had my son. That put it all in perspective”.

So. If one hasn’t created a tiny human, we have no perspective? I know, I know……that’s not what she meant to convey. But as a woman, I took that as a barb. It’s what women do. We are constantly on the lookout for threats, perceived or not. It was the emphasis on the word “more” that got my (obviously unnatural) blood boiling.

Okay, here’s the snarky, sarcastic me: Just because I haven’t squirted out a tiny, wrinkled, leaking bundle of joy – doesn’t mean my principles, morals and values are any less than yours. It just means I prefer my clothing without poop/vomit stains. And I have a weak stomach when it comes to dirty diapers.

I’m not asking for a debate. I just want all of us “NON-MOMS” to have our say. A moment in the sun, as it were. And we can all use a little more sun.